Thoughts battled each other."How can I do this? I don't need this confusion in my life. What if my family should find out? I don't even really know hi...m. What if he is a weirdo."But for every negative thought, a flicker of excitment was there too."What will I wear? How soon should I let him kiss me. I wonder how his hands feel. Is he a good kisser? Can I wait another week for this?"Her face was flushed as she imagined the first moment when they meet... the first time he takes her hand,... the. I'll take care of that. You're going to get to watch it too". She set the TV back up and I felt her tighten the cables running to the cuffs on my ankles. I was pulled extremely tight across the footstool and I felt her unstrap my thighs. She yanked the footstool out from under me and instantly took up the slack in the leg cables. I felt one leg being pulled wide and then the other. On the TV my ass was open and red. She grabbed the dildo I had expelled and moved to the head of the bed. She. I wanted nothing BUT this, and more.The guy holding my mouth open suddenly moved and shoved his ass right into my face and told me to rim him. And, I did as I was told shoving my tongue as deeply into his ass as I could. He responded by pushing himself harder and harder against me. I could still see the large cock of the guy beneath him, just seeing it there was a turn on.I found myself slipping in and out of my mind and body--never u*********s, or passed out; but, hyper-aware of the sex and. I found Tom, my foreman, in the bottom of the ravine. It was clear he had been gutshot and left to die in solitary agony. I felt a surge of hatred at Millie's father. As much as I loved her I had a killing anger towards him. I stood up, looking at Tom's horse, one he raised from a foal and was the one thing in life he'd ever truly cared for ... his leg crippled with a careless shot and left to die like his master. I slid the .44 slowly out of the holster, dreading the task, but knowing it was.